NationStates Jolt Archive

Earth, 2056 A.D.

Table of Contents
1: Copyright
2: Scenario
3: Anything else I might add

All posts containing storyline info, etc., are copyright 2007 by the Artiche family. All Rights Reserved.

2016, Earth

World War Three begins, after tensions in the Middle East explode, as well as the United States' "enforcing" of International Law. The three sides to this conflict include:
The United States and the European Union
The Russia-China led Coalition
The Terrorist Unification Network

Eight years and 150,000,000 lives later, the United States and Russia sign the Peace of The Atlantic treaty, ending World War Three. The Terrorist Unification Network is destroyed.

2026, Earth

Earth is now engulfed in the Second Cold War. Russia and the United States are once again pointed thermonuclear weapons at each other, daring the other to fire.

2027, Volgograd, Russia

A terrorist unit formed from the ashes of the Unification Network detonates a nuclear warhead in Volgograd at approximately 11 PM. Russia blames the US.

August 24th, 2027.

Russia launches a wave of megaton bombs into the United States, killing millions instantly. The United States responds by returning nuclear fire. Other nations decide to use this chance to destroy the ethnic/political groups they hold grudges against. Within five hours, the world population drops from about 9 billion to 125,000. With the nuclear radiation came horrible mutations of both humans and animals. One form of mutations came when the leech's DNA was fused with the DNA of neuro-superworms. This created creatures about 1 foot in length that would leap onto people's faces, suck their eyeballs out of their heads, and digest the brain after entering the skull via eyesockets. After they finish, they attach themselves to the nervous system and send out electrical signals. They also asexually reproduce, leaving eggs in the body. When these hatch, they rip apart the blood vessels and recieve their nutrition that way before they exit the body via facial cavities. This explains the cannibalistic behavior in Infected humans.

February 7th, 2028.

Several surviving military commanders, American and Russian alike, unite their forces under the command of former United States Marine Commandant Griffith. Their goal is to save humankind from the mutants. However, some generals refuse to join this new alliance. This alliance's name is The Federation of the Grand World Order.

Several years later, the Grand World Order successfully contains over 90% of the mutant parasites into Africa. Not knowing this, the Federation colonizes Africa. The results are catastrophic. As the parasites invade Clone Centers, Federation forces attempt to evacuate as many civilians as they can. Few people escape.

2032, Earth
The original Federation leader, Grand Commander Griffith, dies of natural causes soon after Magna Polis is finished. Magna Polis is a floating Megalopolis about 200 miles south of the Bering Strait. A clone with Griffith's "memory" takes over. Several clones are kept on standby for unexpected deaths of the Grand Commander. The clone that took over in 2032's name is GRIFFITH-I.

2036, Magna Polis
GRIFFITH-I is shot in the forehead by a Confederacy sniper. The Confederacy is a rebel faction commanded by a Russian General who refused to join the military alliance. GRIFFITH-II takes over, and nearly completely exterminates the rest of the Confederacy.

2048, Earth
The Grand World Order successfully establishes cities on the moon.

2056, Mars
A fleet of spacecraft land near Mons Olympus. The crews then build a massive fortress, which is kept secret from the citizenry.

Factions of the 2056 World

Blue font = Pro Federation
Red font = Anti Federation

The Federation of the Grand World Order - The Grand World Order
The Europe Continental Government - None Specified
The North America Continental Government - Military Command
The South America Continental Government - Military Command
The Oceania Continental Government - None Specified
The Asia Continental Government - None Specified
The Luna Planetoid Government - None Specified
Belkaros - Belkaros

The Confederacy - None Specified
The Sons of Anarchy - None Specified
The New Reich/Vorhut - None Specified
The Mutant Nation - None Specified
The Caliphate - None Specified
The Empire of Saturn - None Specified

IF YOU HAVE ANOTHER FACTION YOU WISH TO ADD, PLEASE SEND THE GRAND WORLD ORDER A TELEGRAM THAT INCLUDES GEOGRAPHIC AND POLITICAL INFORMATION.

Description of anti Federation groups (excluding Confederacy):

Sons of Anarchy:
A relatively small group of teenage or young adult punks. They commonly set booby traps such as trip wire mines in patrol paths.

The New Reich/Vorhut:
An organized group that took over Northern Europe. The capital of the State of Europe, Berlin, is on the frontlines in the war against the Vorhut. The Vorhut is very much like the European Government in terms of technology and theme.

The Mutant Nation:
The group of Infected Humans who wish to kill as many people as they can for food and subjects for their young. While most mutants are in Africa, some Infected humans hide in the run down neighborhoods of uninfected cities.

The Caliphate:
An Sunni Islamic Extremist group in the Middle East. Al-Queda based terror against the Asian and Federal authorities. The war against the Caliphate has caused much controversy over religious rights, as Federal and Asian forces commonly "overkill" areas where rebels are alleged to be, which usually includes mosques.

The Empire Of Saturn:
A group of people including the world's most brilliant scientists that fled into space during World War Three and the Second Cold War. After reaching Saturn with highly advanced spacecraft, they settled on the rings, building bio-contained stations. Each station has it's own agricultural growth area, plants, etc.. Now, due to a population boom and limited resources, the Empire threatens to invade Earth. Due to this, their space technology leaked to the Federation, who commonly sends small teams of Special Tactics Force commandoes to plant biological weaponry in the space stations.

Is there a form to fill out to join as one of these factions?
If not I wish to be the Confederacy.

If that is claimed or if I need to do more then that to join, tell me.

The only requirement is to join the 2056 Region. If you are worried about Regional Influence and/or Delegate Duty, send me a telegram. The reason for joining the region is to keep communications steady if something were to happen to the thread.

And as always, you can create your own faction. To do this, simply send me a telegram with basic information on the geography, size, political standings, etc.

I have a rather strong need to stay in the reigon I'm in. I could send you a TG with instant messanger contacts if you need.

I'd like the Mutant Nation, if possible. I'll TG you some other way to contact me, since I don't really want to move regions.

I am interested in playing The New Reich/Vorhut but I am not too keen on joining the region.

Factions of the 2056 World

Blue font = Pro Federation
Red font = Anti Federation

The Federation of the Grand World Order - The Grand World Order
The Europe Continental Government - None Specified
The North America Continental Government - None Specified
The South America Continental Government - None Specified
The Oceania Continental Government - None Specified
The Asia Continental Government - None Specified
The Luna Planetoid Government - None Specified

The Confederacy - None Specified
The Sons of Anarchy - None Specified
The New Reich/Vorhut - None Specified
The Mutant Nation - None Specified
The Caliphate - None Specified
The Republic of Saturn - None Specified

IF YOU HAVE ANOTHER FACTION YOU WISH TO ADD, PLEASE SEND THE GRAND WORLD ORDER A TELEGRAM THAT INCLUDES GEOGRAPHIC AND POLITICAL INFORMATION.

Description of anti Federation groups (excluding Confederacy):

Sons of Anarchy:
A relatively small group of teenage or young adult punks. They commonly set booby traps such as trip wire mines in alleys, then tell a Civilian Control officer that there was a shooting in the alley.

The New Reich/Vorhut:
An organized group that took over Northern Europe. The capital of the State of Europe, Berlin, is on the frontlines in the war against the Vorhut. The Vorhut is very much like the European Government in terms of technology and theme.

The Mutant Nation:
The group of Infected Humans who wish to kill as many people as they can for food and subjects for their young. While most mutants are in Africa, some Infected humans hide in the run down neighborhoods of uninfected cities.

The Caliphate:
An Sunni Islamic Extremist group in the Middle East. Al-Queda based terror against the Asian and Federal authorities. The war against the Caliphate has caused much controversy over religious rights, as Federal and Asian forces commonly "overkill" areas where rebels are alleged to be, which usually includes mosques.

The Republic Of Saturn:
A group of people including the worlds most brilliant scientists that fled into space during World War Three and the Second Cold War. After reaching Saturn with highly advanced spacecraft, they settled on the rings, building bio-contained stations. Each station has it's own agricultural growth area, plants, etc.. Now, due to a population boom and limited resources, the Republic threatens to invade Earth. Due to this, their space technology leaked to the Federation, who commonly sends small teams of Special Tactics Force commandoes to plant biological weaponry in the space stations.

Looks interesting. Has someone already claimed the Republic of Saturn? If so, could I claim it? And possibly change it to "The Empire of Saturn"?

what is the Luna Planetoid Government?

I've moved to your region and would like to play Europe Continental Government.

I'm going to sum up my responses to each of the posts within this post:

To The Marxist State:
I understand, and will accept the messenger information. I will add you to my contacts as soon as I can.

To H-Town Tejas:
Granted, send me a telegram as soon as you can.

To Kortelan:
Same as above.

To Brazilam:
Granted, I'll add you to the list and change the Republic to the Empire. (lul stur wurs)

To the tokera:
The Luna Planetoid Government is the government of the state Luna. Luna is the name given to the aprts of the Moon controlled by the Federation.

To The Isles of Albion:
Welcome aboard, I'll add you to the list.

Can I be luna planetoid?

I would like to be the Confederacy, I TGd my contact info.

THE ARTICLES OF REBELLION:
"We, the beings of the Confederacy, do this day send forth this Declaration to His Majesty, the Grand Commander, the clones that succeeded him, and to all sapient beings on the Earth, to make clear to all the Purposes and Goals of this Rebellion. We firmly acknowledge the importance and necessity of the institution of World Government. We accept that all must subjugate themselves to that Government, giving up certain rights and freedoms, in return for peace, prosperity and happiness for all.
We believe that Government should derive its power and right to rule from the consent of the governed. We believe that, should the rights of free people be willfully and malignantly usurped, it is the unalienable right of said people to alter or abolish said Government.
We believe that the Grand World Order has willfully and malignantly usurped the rights of the free beings of the Earth and therefore, it is our unalienable right to abolish it from the Earth.
We do not take this course lightly. Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes, but when a Government displays a history of usurpation, abuse and moral atrocity, displaying a clear design to subjugate totally and absolutely beings born free under the auspices of nature, it is our right—our duty—to depose of that Government.
The history of the present World Order is of repeated injuries upon its members, with the direct objective of establishing it‘s leader as absolute tyrant over the whole World:
You have destroyed culture and history when you deem approriate
You have instituted a policy of blatant racism and genocide against the nonhuman peoples of the world.;
You have overthrown the chosen leaders of nations, replacing them with Governors of your choice;
You have removed freedoms without the consent of those affected;
You have murdered and imprisoned millions without benefit of trial;
You have unlawfully taken land and property;
You have removed the right to free election. Instead placing clones upon the death of a leader.
You have expanded the military far beyond what is necessary and prudent, for the sole purpose of oppressing your subjects.
We, the Grand Confederacy, do therefore in the name—and by the authority—of the free beings of the World, solemnly publish and declare our intentions:
To fight and oppose you and your forces, by any and all means at our disposal;
To refuse any Imperial law contrary to the rights of free beings;
To bring about your destruction and the destruction of the Grand World Order;
To make forever free all beings in the world.

To these ends, we pledge our property, our honor, and our lives.

I think somebody's claimed the confederacy, but I guess that's left to The Grand World Order.

OOC: I'm pretty sure that's The Marxist State, creating an alt so that their main doesn't get affected by the RP. You can do so as well, if you want.

The Spire, Capital Building of The Grand World Order, Magna Polis - GRIFFITH-II watched his monitor as a national puppet news organization broadcasted the message. "In recent years, the Confederacy has been around, but not as well known. They gained fame after performing an assasination attempt against the Grand Commander. They are classified by the Grand Government as the most dangerous rebel faction known. If you have any wherabouts concerning the Confederacy, please contact your local Government installation."

GRIFFITH-II shut his monitor down, and turned his wheeled leather office chair around. Normally, his view of MAgna Polis would be blocked by normal weather clouds, but today was clear in the capital, despite the dust clouds miles above the surface created by the Fall of Humankind. After viewing his city, he turned back around, picked up the desk phone, and started dialing the number to his closest Military commanders, Marshal T. Briggs and Admiral Jenvus Buwan. "They're back..." he began, before carrying on with further tactical arrangements.

OOC: I am the Marxist State and would log on as them to prove it if I wasn't so damned lazy.

OOC: I'm pretty sure that's The Marxist State, creating an alt so that their main doesn't get affected by the RP. You can do so as well, if you want.

OOC: Ah, I see. I would but, too lazy. Besides, Empire of Saturn (the name) is probably already taken. Well, if this thread is the same as the rping one...

IC:
Titan
Imperial Palace

Forces were gathering from the distant moon of Titan. 36 years ago, several humans took refuge to the stars to escape World War III and the terrors afterwards. While humanity was destroying itself and being flung into a world of mutants and chaos, a new branch of humanity was growing. On the distant planet of Saturn, humans settled on the rings and moons to rebuild itself. All under the leadership of American Scientist Otto Norman, who changed his name to Othnegron Titan after settling on the moon, and was given title of Emperor of a humanity born on Saturn... Now the time had come for them to take their home planet...
A naval force of galactic warships was gathered outside the planet, ready for attacks and for sending soldiers onto fighting ground. It was only a matter of time before Othnegron II (http://scifipedia.scifi.com/images/e/e9/John-Ralston.jpg), the son of Otto Norman, would begin the invasion.
His Chancellor, Yucron Enceladus, told his Emperor, "My lord, our forces have gathered and are prepared for departure."
Othnegron asked him, "Indeed they are. Are diplomats ready for departure as well?"
Enceladus assured, "Yes, if the Terrans do not accept our terms for surrender, we shall take the planet by force."
The Emperor proudly proclaimed, "And there will also be factions whose deffiance against the Terrans can work with us. Whatever the case though, Earth will soon be ours, and humanity will at long last be united... Our exodus here has prepared us for this day Chancellor... We are about to experience history..."

30 minutes later...

Grand Admiral Chraond Hyperion was awaiting orders in the Saturn Flagship, when finally he heard, "This is Chancellor Enceladus adressing the entire available Saturn Navy, the Emperor has ordered for your launch. Prepare departure for the Terran planets. If they show any resistance, show them no mercy."
Hyperion saluted saying, "It shall be done my lord. The Empire will reign supreme."
The Chancellor told him, "That had best be the case Admiral, you know how much the Emperor does not appreciate failure."
At these words, the link was cut and Admiral Hyperion ordered, "All ships! Prepare for departure! We are now headed for Terran Space! Engage battle with Terran forces if neccessary, but be on the look out for opposing factions!" At this order, the ships began powering up their engines...
An automatic voice told the crew of the fleet, "The fleet will be entering Warp Space in 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... now!" At these words, the fleet entered Warp Space, and was on its way for the nearest Terran planets...

OOC: I'll have a factbook up later that you can look at. If I'm missing anything, be sure to let me know. Just to let you know, Saturn culture I created has humans take the names of the moons for surnames.

OOC: I am the Marxist State and would log on as them to prove it if I wasn't so damned lazy.

No problem dude, I understand what's going on now. No need to proove it.

The Spire, Magna Polis - As GRIFFITH-II hung up his phone, the alarm system went off in the Spire. It was not an alarm made for warning of attacks against the massive building, but to call the top Military staff to the Debate Room. GRIFFITH-II walked out of his office and headed to the room, accompanied by a Fire Team of S.T.F. bodyguards, the best his private group had to offer. He entered the room, which was loud with Military Officers shouting and talking. He stepped to the podium, and yet another S.T.F. soldier, this one without a helmet or gas mask, but a simple balaclava, walked to him and whispered the news of a fleet of Saturn-owned ships headed for Earth. He then walked away, took a position on the outer parts of the room, and put his headgear on. The Gas Mask was always the most sentimental part of any Federation soldier's uniform. It made them completely faceless by masking their voice via a vocoder, and the lens were cameras, not actual glass (except for Civilian Control officers.)

GRIFFITH-II began to speak. "Attention, my friends. According to a report from the Olympus Outpost, a massive force of Saturn Imperial ships is headed for our planet, the one we spilled blood to defend. The one we call Home. The mass of our Grand Nation. We must commit all military forces to fight this invasion. And we will succeed. We have succeeded against all odds during the Fall of Humankind. And we will not, I repeat, will not, give in to those who fled the world. Admiral Buwan, arrange all space battle clusters and ships in a defensive grid. Marshal Briggs, call upon all reserves and make sure that no Imperial forces desecrate our world with their footsteps. All state militias are hereby Federalized, and if we must stand still for hours with our entire arsenal pointed towards Space, we will do so. Good luck, and may Victory once again select the Grand World Order." After this speech, each branch discussed various plans to combat the Empire. GRIFFITH-II made his way out of the room and to his office, where his intercom greeted him with news that reporters were flooding the lobby area of the Spire. Apparantly someone overheard the discussion. "Let them know, so that they may assist in taking arms." he responded. He flipped on the monitor again, watching as the news exploded with news of the coming invasion.

Actually, never mind. I'm not gonna have time.

Actually, never mind. I'm not gonna have time.


OOC: Ok, I took you off the list.

"KNIGHT-32. Contact."

"Yes commander..." a brown humanoid droid responded. "Are you ready Knight 32?

"Yes commander. All is according to plan."

Outside the building for the Grand World Order's military headquarters (seperate from the political HQ, I assume), tons of tons of explosives had been smuggled in.

Most simple jobs were automated because the population was still too low for people to be doying lowley tasks like cleaning and preparing fast food. Included in this list of meager robot-managed jobs was truck driving. And since of course, robots were fool proof, there was no inspection until after the trucks were inside.

Meanwhile, a soldier who was with an inspector robot lifted up the hood of one of the trucks, starting a chain reaction setting off 5 other explosive rigged trucks.

It wasn't a massive amount of damage, but it was quite enough to get across the message
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We have begun sending out radio messages to the encrouachin convoy from Saturn, hoping that we might share a common goal. We also sent a copy of the Articles of Rebellion.

Oslo

Oslo, the capital of the New Reich, was quiet as the snow lightly fell. Johannes Schlickmann looked out the window of the capital building. A new attack would be starting on Berlin this morning, maybe this time his men would be able to take the damn city. At this rate it wouldn't matter much, what happened if they took the city? The entire continent? A man walked into the room, "Sir, we have just received news that a massive star fleet has left Saturn and is headed towards Earth, we believe that they are here only to attack the Federation but we are not sure."
"Good, keep watch over the fleet and keep me updated." With that the man saluted and left.


Berlin

Why the hell was he here? Fuck what could Axle do? He was just a simple troop for his country but here they were attacking Berlin. Quickly he ran from the corner of the street to a burning car, he looked for anything moving and when he saw something he sent a three round burst it's way. Slowly the army was moving into the city, it would only be a matter of time until the Europe Continental Government's forces would be out to meet them.

Governor Heinrich Wolfstein. First Minister of the European Continental Government sat at his desk fingers steepled in front of him. A well built middle aged man clad in a tailored black suit, people thought him handsome, he had blond hair cropped close to his skull, a fine jaw angled almost sculpted cheekbones, deep piercing blue eyes and a thin lipped mouth, a cruel mouth some would say, incapable of smiling, he was seen as an emotionless robot. His critics did not know the true man, the rigid control he exerted upon himself, the discipline that kept him from rage and dispair. While breath remained in his body he had only his duty. Duty to his beloved people, his country and his world. People in the not so distant past had failed in their duty, vanity, corruption and weakness of resolve had torn the fabric of civilisation asunder. Now there was order and progress.

The flags of both his Government and the Federation of the Grand World Order flanked a high arched window that lay behind him. The window, a composite of polymors capable of withstanding anything up to an anti tank missile overlooked the last remaining ruins of old Berlin, an area of ancient stonework and scorched earth preserved as a memorial to the folly of mankind.
The flags were the only splash of colour in the office in which the First Minister worked. The architecture was neo-gothic and stark white, spartan. Wolfstein had no use for decoration or opulence, several high backed wooden chairs faced his desk, all were occupied by ministers and military officers.

Tall regal looking Baum spoke first, he looked ill at ease away from his flagship, He wore the uniform of an Admiral of the Fleet, decorations adorned his chest, scars decorated his body. 'As is to be expected, the navy stands ready. Battle groups Wotan and Thrunor have already received orders to rendevous with with the main fleet. Battle group Brittania is at seventy percent readiness, Admiral Thorndike assures me that the drive malfunction on the Royal Sovereign will no longer be a problem, the last batch of officers and crew are being shuttled aboard as we speak. The reserve Conquistidor, Legionnaire and Centurion squadrons will be up to total strength in two days time.'

General Descartes stood as his colleague sat. 'The same can be said for the army, all military districts report combat readiness, Combat units have dispersed in an orderly fashion, two regimental commanders were relieved of duty for falsifying readiness reports, they will of course be executed after their court martial. Aero/Space defence missile silos stand ready, commendations for your approval on three units. Our Civil Defence personel could have perhaps reacted faster, but I am satisfied with their performance. My thanks to the minister of justice, his Paramilitarie Guarda units aided the civilian volunteers quite a lot.

The Minister of Justice bowed his head in thanks. He was a small man of English ancestry, bald headed with glasses easily mistaken for a minor clerk. 'I've begun a round up of known dissidents, the press will be informed the current emergency calls for the protection of these outspoken individuals, for their own good of course. My operatives have begun operations against New Reich sympathisers and safe houses. When war comes those rebellious scum will find it hard to operate within our borders. Border guard units are at highest alert. I've drawn up a list of New Reich ministers we should sanction as soon as we see any activity from their forces.

Ministers from the Department of Social Health and the Ministry of Media and Education spoke glowingly of the peoples moral stance against the forces of rebellion and chaos, Blood donotions had increased by 300%

'Good, then we are ready, gentlemen you are an asset I could not do without, I am proud of you, the people you serve are proud of you. In this our darkest hour we shall prevail, these miscreants have declared war on all that is decent. With reluctance we must turn our plowshares into swords, take up arms against these terrorists and wipe the stain of their existance from this Federation we have worked so hard to achieve'.

We have begun sending out radio messages to the encrouachin convoy from Saturn, hoping that we might share a common goal. We also sent a copy of the Articles of Rebellion.

It was a little while longer before the Saturn Navy had at last entered Terran Space. The navy was now moments away from the furthest Terran outpost, the outpost in Mount Olympus of Mars. Grand Admiral Chraond Hyperion was viewing the outpost and asked, "What is the current Terran presence on the planet?"
A watchman answered, "The outpost appears to pose little threat to our current strength sir. Shall we begin the strike sir?"
The Admiral answered, "Very well then. Mars shall be the first stepping stone for the extension of the Empire. Send in all fighters and send down soldiers to face the Terran military." Within about an hour, fighters and soldiers were advancing on the Terran territories of Mars and about to fight to the death for its conquest. Though the Saturn soldiers would not allow anyone to get in their way for conquest now...

An operator reported to the Admiral, "Sir, we are recieving a message from a Terran source."
Hyperion aasked, "Who is it from? The Federation?"
He was told, "No sir... It is coming from a foreign source."
Interested, the Admiral ordered, "Very well then, bring it up on screen."
As the crew heard the words from the Confederate message offering alliance in common goals as well as a copy of "The Articles of Rebellion". Hyperion ordered, "Send this message to His Majesty. We shall have his answer and then decide."
"Transmitting now sir."

OOC: Gotta go for the night, I'll be back on tommorow

GRIFFITH-II sat in his office, watching his monitor again. There was now a drizzle over Magna Polis, and the clouds blocked his view of the city. The news was repeating messages of the Saturn Empire's proposed invasion. Then his phone rang. He picked it up off the walnut desk, and the caller said "There's been a bombing at the Military HQ building here in Magna Polis Center Sector, we are positive it's terrorist activity." GRIFFITH-II, who didn't hear the explosion due to his office being so high up in the tower, strode from his office to the elevator, and the STF fire-team followed him. He told the Specialist in charge of the Fire Team to go to the Lobby floor, and the soldier then hit the button. The elevator, which was realtively quick compared to most elevators, reached the bottom after a few minutes. GRIFFITH-II and his bodyguards stepped out of the elevator, and an Element of STF bodyguards formed a circle around him. They slung their weapons on the front of their armor, withdrew their electro-batons, and turned them on. The distinctice blue flash of the electricity from the prongs warned the photographers and reporters to stay away. The few that didn't were struck and fell to the floor, shaking as the electrical current temporarily paralyzed them. They exited the Lobby of the Spire, and then they moved to the Military HQ, which was attached to the Spire mainly for aesthetic looks. There was smoke billowing out of the building, and the perimeter was swarming with Magna Polis Civilian Control officers and military personnel. The STF, still remaining emotionless, kept their circle around GRIFFITH-II as he put on his gas mask, which he always kept slung on his belt as a symbol of his membership in the Federation High Command, and made his way into the part of the building that had been extinguished. He found several things that were still recognizable: Helmets, appendages, and the most emotional thing that he found was a flickering Enlisted Army Infantry gas mask. He had been trained to be emotionless, both by himself and the government officers that raised him while the Original Grand Commander and GRIFFITH-I were in power. He progressed, and several firefighters were plugging a gap made in the floor that made the Pacific Ocean underneath visible. He stepped out, with the Enlisted soldier's gas mask in hand, and walked back to his office, completely unaffected. When he reached his office, he placed the gas mask on his desk, and it flickered until it's power supply went out. He was going to use the mask to deliver a speech to rally more support from the citizenry.

Meanwhile, Federation installations all over the world were pointing hundreds of thousands of artillery cannons, missile silos, and other weaponry towards the sky. Upon the order, enough ordinance could be fired to re-create the explosions of the Fall, without as much nuclear fallout.

Oslo

Johann, as he used to be referred to as, was going over a report of the naval, air, and defense forces. Everything was at full readiness. The navy was ready to move and start a blockade of England, the air force was ready to start carpet bombing Northern Europe, and all missile silos were ready for launch. He wore the suit of an air marshal, the rank he had had before becoming the leader of this country. He ordered a fighter squadron to fly over Berlin and engage any air forces they send up as a tactical bomber squad followed. The bombers would be in direct communication with the ground troops in order to make sure that the bombs hit where they were needed and not where they would be a hazard.


Neurippin

Neurippin was not that far from Berlin, if the European Continental Government ever did a serious push north from Berlin Neurippin would be reached by noon the first day. This was the location of the southern most forward air field the New Reich had. The 1st Fighter Squadron took off from the field and was roaring over Berlin in seconds. The planes ripped by at low, medium, and then high altitude in order to draw out any possible planes the Continental Government would send up. After the three passes the 3rd Tactical Bomber Squadron took off and went to the city.


Berlin

The noise over the city was great as the fighters and bombers filled the sky. The ground troops picked up the pace trying to find enemy positions, but so far there was no real fighting. With the fighter escort the bombers started another terror bombing of Berlin. Until the ground troops gave coordinates for enemy troop positions the bombers contented themselves with making runs on every building that was more then 2 stories high.

A communication to New Reich High Command in Oslo.

In order to cease the indiscriminate bombing of civilians and the resulting loss of life the First Minister requests you accept the unconditional surrender of his government. All ECG military forces within the borders of Europe upon your acceptance of our surrender will lay down their arms, military vehicles,naval vessels and aircraft will return without delay to their berths and depots.

Too much blood has already been shed

In the name of humanity and peace

Heinrich Wolfstein

Johann looked at the communication amazed. The ECG was surrendering. Thats it, the end of this war. He didn't trust this. Why would the ECG just give up like that? Hand over the entire continent to them. Well time for annexation.


Communication to the ECG head of state.

We are surprised but delighted at your surrender. The annexation of your country will be official with the receiving of this message. Your government will be allowed to exist on the Azores and that is it. The Azores government will listen to everything the New Reich says and will not have any sort of military or even arms. If you do not agree with any of the said terms you will be executed.

We accept your terms
All I ask is that the people you will now serve are well looked after in the coming war. Defend them and shield them from harm.
Your obedient servant

A plane flew low in the sky over Eastren North America. It's mission was not to fire any weapons but drop thousands of copies of the Articles of rebellion, it was these 90-year-old tactics used in a similar manner during the Vietnam war that the Confederacy planned to make their goals clear.

GRIFFITH-II was, again, sitting at his desk. He was fiddling with the gas mask he retrieved from the bombing of the Military Headquarters, when a letter flew onto his desk from his suction-mail box, the same type you see in banks (With small slits for letters, to prevent people from throwing dangerous items up.) The letter was from one of his generals posted in Europe. He opened the envelope, and let the paper fall onto his desk. He unfolded it, and read it, unknowingly muttering the contents to himself. He could have sworn his eye started twitching, but he kept himself restrained, even though he knew he was alone. He folded it up and put it in his left uniform jacket pocket. He dialed the number for one the Northeast Asia Missile Command Centers, which contained strong--But not nuclear--missiles that he always kept for emergencies. "Send them to Oslo. All of them, now. I will not tolerate the loss of Europe. Override the surrender orders, tell the Vorhut that we will not surrender." Before the man on the phone finished acknoledgement, he slammed the phone back onto the reciever.

Albany, North America - Colonel Okame was inspecting a company of soldiers at Fort Albany when a corporal ran up to him and immediately said, "Sir, planes sighted over the East Coast!"
"Are they Imperial?" he responded.
"Negative, they're dropping the Articles of Rebellion." the corporal said, handing him a copy. Before he began reading it, he rushed to the nearest office, startling a Lieutenant, and rang up the East Coast Air Defense Force. "I want those planes shot down, now! Let no more blasphemy against the Order go on!" he shouted, unlike GRIFFITH-II, the Colonel was often shouting and angered. Meanwhile, across the East Coast, bomb sirens went off, while anti aircraft started firing at the Confederacy planes, and Federation-Edition F-35s took to the sky, firing missiles and chainguns at the planes. Below, the few civilians still on the street were rushing for buildings, for fear that a downed plane could hit them at any time.

Mons Olympus, Mars - The radar room of the fortress was a scene of non-violent chaos, radar operators constantly shouting the locations of the nearby spacefleet, the PA system ordering groups of soldiers. Meanwhile, the soldiers posted there went to the airlock-the only enterance to the base. The room was designed so that any entering group would be bottlenecked as they headed towards the security checkpoint, which was behind 2 prison-style locked gates. Soldiers with shields forged with heavy metals only practical for stationary defense stood with their shields against the 2nd locked gate. Groups of soldiers stood behind them, FSIAAS automatic shotguns, MI-8 Carbines, and FHASAW machine guns pointed at the bottleneck. Further back, snipers set up with their EASR automatic sniper rifles, which had a slow firing rate despite being automatic. The main reason for the slow rate was recoil management, as the EASRs fired anti-material rounds that were slightly weaker than Barrett Rifles. Most of the soldiers realized that this could be their last time in existance, or that they could be captured. The few who backed down were thrown outside with airtight suits, wearing explosive rigging to be detonated by the personnel watching them from their cameras.

I would like to play the The North America Continental Government, but I would like to know if I could name it the United Citizen Federation?

((OOC: The RP died a bit, but we can try to revive it. You can rename the NACG to the United Citizen Federation of North America, as long as the continent is specified.))

OOC: Could I join as an Empire of Saturn style nation on blue's side? If not, I would like to play as the Asian Continental Government.

The Empire of Saturn nation would be as follows:
Sensing war brewing between powers far too vast and ignorant to be ignored, Imperator Gnaeus Mundus ordered his people underground. Not all people, but enough to... start over, if worse came to worse. Construction began immediatley. Mount Bellagenae, the largest mountain in Belkaros containing a rich iron core was dug into. Gigantic, steel enforced chambers were built underground. An entire city, run by a geothermal reactor, was built. The city was called Rapture and population commenced immediatley. A clone of the Emperor was established as ruler and top military, political, scientific and cultural minds were sent to live in the subterranean metropolis. A large weapons stockpile was created underground, and a cloning plant was installed. A selection of civilians and military personel were sent in, and the city was sealed off. No one outside of the Imperial Palace knew of the city, and the civilians were told a mysterious virus had killed the missing people. A memory of Belkaros would always exist, and the country above was ready for war.

No one in Rapture had seen sunlight for 50 years. For half a century, Belkans had been born and died under the glare of fluorescent lights, taking vitamin-D tablets and walking through UV radiating hallways. They had known only darkness.
Children had never seen the ocean, the sky or the sun. They had seen only the animals in the Imperial Zoo, a compound the Emperor Gnaeus Mundus II believed the last bastion of wildlife on Earth. He feared that the same was true for humanity. His city, his Empire, had been built by his 'father' Imperator Gnaeus Mundus I as a saftey measure before the Third World War. Now Mundus II felt it was time to evaluate the outside world, and hopefully end the entombment of his empire.
Nearly 2 miles above the Emperor’s head, a small periscope like apparatus broke the frozen Belkan ground and activated its sensors. Atmospheric gas content, radiation levels, dust levels and light spectra analyses were taken. The video camera blinked to life, and the people of Rapture were given their first look at their home half a century.
There were no signs of life. The land seemed to have been firebombed. Ash covered everything. The only motion was from a tree branch falling. Below, a few tears fell from those who remembered the lush evergreen forest that once grew on the mountain. “Send up a Malus scout team, full protective gear.” Ordered the Emperor solemnly, “ I want to see how bad things are. Give them a transport, I want to know if anyone is left alive.”

((OOC: Whoa, thread died quite a bit.))

The Malus team had been traveling for nearly two days, and so far, they had seen no signs of life. No birds, no plants, not even any wind. Nothing but ash. The once lush forests that covered their underground city were now ash. Towns were abandoned, and a few bodies littered the road or buildings they came across, all badly decomposed, some looted.
Eventually, they came to the city limits of Belkar, the once proud capital city of Belkaros. The city seemed equally ruinous. Buildings were little more than skeletons of steel. Concrete rubble blocked off streets, and the air was still and silent.
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"This is where we start our search" said the commander via the comm radio, "if there are survivors, they will be here." The team disembarked, loaded themselves with gear and weapons, and headed into the city.
The team searched for hours, finding little. As they were preparing to make camp for the night, Malus 04832-S found a banner. "Team: Have positive ID on banner. NATION-Grand World Order. ORIGIN-Post War. REQUEST ASSISTANCE_SURVELANCE" was the message that appeared on the Malus's HUD readouts. Within minutes, the team had secured the area around the banner, which hung over a civilian defense center. A center which appeared to have electricity. The team leader armed his assault rifle, readied his other weapons and knocked on the door.

((OOC: The RP died a bit, but we can try to revive it. You can rename the NACG to the United Citizen Federation of North America, as long as the continent is specified.))

We could be named the United Citizen Federation of North America but we would like to know if we could join with the SACG too and become the United Citizens Federation of the Americas?

We could be named the United Citizen Federation of North America but we would like to know if we could join with the SACG too and become the United Citizens Federation of the Americas?

I think that would be fine for now, anything to get the thread going again. I think GWO will agree.

(Bump)

((OOC: Ok, but you'd have to have some sort of division between SA and NA.))

The Civilian Control Center was an ACG outpost. Nobody seemed to live there, so there were hardly any officers stationed there. One of the officers stood up and walked to the door. He was honestly surprised that anyone would be coming to the city. He opened it to see the Malus team, and quickly jumped a little bit. These soldiers clearly weren't from the GWO or any known faction, but they seemed to be from some sort of government. "What brings you to a uh, place like this?" he asked, while the other officers stood up, wondering who it could be.

The Center Commanding Officer, a mere Lieutenant, quickly got on a phone and began contacting the ACG, notifying them that they have been contacted by a non-hostile unknown force.

((OOC: Ok, but you'd have to have some sort of division between SA and NA.))

The Civilian Control Center was an ACG outpost. Nobody seemed to live there, so there were hardly any officers stationed there. One of the officers stood up and walked to the door. He was honestly surprised that anyone would be coming to the city. He opened it to see the Malus team, and quickly jumped a little bit. These soldiers clearly weren't from the GWO or any known faction, but they seemed to be from some sort of government. "What brings you to a uh, place like this?" he asked, while the other officers stood up, wondering who it could be.

The Center Commanding Officer, a mere Lieutenant, quickly got on a phone and began contacting the ACG, notifying them that they have been contacted by a non-hostile unknown force.

"We are Malus team Alpha, in service of Emperator Gnaeus Mundus II. Are you with the Grand World Order?" asked the Malus in its raspy voice.
The team lowered their weapons and stepped into the Defence Center.
"Our Emperor has sent us with a communications device so he can personally contact your leader. He will not reveal our position until he is sure you can be trusted."

"We are Malus team Alpha, in service of Emperator Gnaeus Mundus II. Are you with the Grand World Order?" asked the Malus in its raspy voice.
The team lowered their weapons and stepped into the Defence Center.
"Our Emperor has sent us with a communications device so he can personally contact your leader. He will not reveal our position until he is sure you can be trusted."

"Yes, I'm a soldier in the Asia Continential State Police Department, which is a part of the Grand World Order. The leader of this outpost is the Lieutenant over there. The leader of the Order is most likely in his Office in Magna Polis, which is over in the North Pacific," said the officer. "Nobody moved into this city after it's destruction, so there is no local Civilian Control Unit. We're only here to deter would-be terrorists from hiding in the ruins."

"Yes, I'm a soldier in the Asia Continential State Police Department, which is a part of the Grand World Order. The leader of this outpost is the Lieutenant over there. The leader of the Order is most likely in his Office in Magna Polis, which is over in the North Pacific," said the officer. "Nobody moved into this city after it's destruction, so there is no local Civilian Control Unit. We're only here to deter would-be terrorists from hiding in the ruins."

The malus stepped past the bewildered soldier to his commanding officer. He slid off his faceplate revealing his angled, reptilian visage. He took a silver case from his belt and placed it in front of the Lieutenant. "This is a message to your leader from our Emperor. It is crucial that he sees it as soon as possible." The Lieutenant, terrified of this inhuman figure standing in front of him, took the box and prepared to send it to his commanders.

The Malus team returned to their vehicle and piloted it to the Defense Center. The spiderlike legs of their recon vehicle found their way through the debrits to the fascination of the GWO troops. An antenna rose from the craft, blinked three times, and retracted. The Malus stepped out again and made camp for the night within the Center, waiting for the GWO leader's reply.

The malus stepped past the bewildered soldier to his commanding officer. He slid off his faceplate revealing his angled, reptilian visage. He took a silver case from his belt and placed it in front of the Lieutenant. "This is a message to your leader from our Emperor. It is crucial that he sees it as soon as possible." The Lieutenant, terrified of this inhuman figure standing in front of him, took the box and prepared to send it to his commanders.

The Malus team returned to their vehicle and piloted it to the Defense Center. The spiderlike legs of their recon vehicle found their way through the debrits to the fascination of the GWO troops. An antenna rose from the craft, blinked three times, and retracted. The Malus stepped out again and made camp for the night within the Center, waiting for the GWO leader's reply.

The Lieutenant quickly sent it to the Continential Capital Building, based on the Kremlin from when Russia existed, for forwarding to the Spire. He wasn't authorized to actually send it directly to the Spire, and he acutally couldn't. Only certain places had Urgent Message capabilities to the Spire, all other telecommunications devices would only list the address as "non-existant", except for the Civilian Channel.

The response was forwarded from the Spire to the Kremlin, then to the communications center.

((OOC: I don't know what it says, so I can't dictate the response))

The Lieutenant quickly sent it to the Continential Capital Building, based on the Kremlin from when Russia existed, for forwarding to the Spire. He wasn't authorized to actually send it directly to the Spire, and he acutally couldn't. Only certain places had Urgent Message capabilities to the Spire, all other telecommunications devices would only list the address as "non-existant", except for the Civilian Channel.

The response was forwarded from the Spire to the Kremlin, then to the communications center.

((OOC: I don't know what it says, so I can't dictate the response))

The box was equipped with a small camera, which was linked to Rapture. Upon seeing the office in which the device came to rest, four antenna like structures deployed from the top of the box. Fiber optic mesh wove between the four little poles, and when they were in place a small crest of the Imperium of Belkaros flashed on the wires. A small hologram of Emperor Mundus II then appeared, and addressed the room.
"Greetings, Grand World Order leaders! I am Emperor Gnaeus Mundus II and I am glad to see that my Empire is not the last bastion of humanity! My father, Emperor Mundus I spoke highly of you, and I would be overjoyed to host an ambassador of your nation in my city of Rapture. Please foreward this communications unit to Commander Griffith, or his current equivilent, and send a representative to meet our Malus team in Belkar if you are interested. I look foreward to meeting you in person."
The image then flickered away, and the poles retracted into the box.

After watching the hologram play through, the Lieutenant quickly telegrammed for a High Security Transport to ensure it's safe arrival at the Spire. Within a few minutes, an armored truck, escorted by two Divine Tigers and four BMW motorcycles arrived. The Motorcycles had dirtbike-style handlebars, and the sidecars each had MG3 Machine guns mounted on them.

"The message will arrive at the Spire, but it'll take a few hours. During the time, it's going to be watched every second by guards," said the Lieutenant to the Malus leader, while standing up with the box and watching the transport unit arriving. Another soldier, with a different uniform obviously meaning his status in the Army, stepped from the armored truck. "Greetings, I'm Major FC-IOU421. I'll be in charge of transporting this message the the Grand Commander," he said as he was handed the box by the Lieutenant. "You may come if you wish."

After watching the hologram play through, the Lieutenant quickly telegrammed for a High Security Transport to ensure it's safe arrival at the Spire. Within a few minutes, an armored truck, escorted by two Divine Tigers and four BMW motorcycles. The Motorcycles had dirtbike-style handlebars, and the sidecars each had MG3 Machine guns mounted on them.

"The message will arrive at the Spire, but it'll take a few hours. During the time, it's going to be watched every second by guards," said the Lieutenant to the Malus leader, while standing up with the box and watching the transport unit arriving. Another soldier, with a different uniform obviously meaning his status in the Army, stepped from the armored truck. "Greetings, I'm Major FC-IOU421. I'll be in charge of transporting this message the the Grand Commander," he said as he was handed the box by the Lieutenant. "You may come if you wish."

The Malus, honored to be invited, declined the invitation. The appearance of a Malus was too shocking to be the first Belkan face seen by the people of the GWO. The Malus then asked wether or not an ambassador would be coming to Rapture.

"Well, I don't know about the ambassador. Since our country is the only official government on this planet, I don't think we have any," said the Major, handing the box to a Corporal, who then put it in the armored truck before jumping in and pulling the back doors closed. There were three other Enlisted soldiers in the back of the truck, guarding the box. "I must go now, the message has to be delivered."

He walked back to the truck and jumped into the front, where a Private sat in the driver seat. The rest of the motorcade headed off, where the box would be put in an AC-130 escorted by fighters, and then delivered by hand to GRIFFITH-II.

At about that time, another motorcycle pulled in, this one being a Police vehicle. The sidecar was empty. As soon as the motorcycle pulled up, the driver, a Private, jumped out and shouted, "Shit! There's a Grup horde out there, they got my passenger! Then we hit a radioactivity pocket and my radio was broken!"

The empty sidecar's MG3's barrel was hot, the heat visible coming off of it. The sidecar was also drenched in blood, as if someone had completely shredded a person over it. The Private had a few blood spots on him from his passenger. His passenger had unfortunately had his skull emptied by a Grup, and then was Infected.

((OOC: I have to go real soon, this might be my last post of the night))

"Well, I don't know about the ambassador. Since our country is the only official government on this planet, I don't think we have any," said the Major, handing the box to a Corporal, who then put it in the armored truck before jumping in and pulling the back doors closed. There were three other Enlisted soldiers in the back of the truck, guarding the box. "I must go now, the message has to be delivered."

He walked back to the truck and jumped into the front, where a Private sat in the driver seat. The rest of the motorcade headed off, where the box would be put in an AC-130 escorted by fighters, and then delivered by hand to GRIFFITH-II.

At about that time, another motorcycle pulled in, this one being a Police vehicle. The sidecar was empty. As soon as the motorcycle pulled up, the driver, a Private, jumped out and shouted, "Shit! There's a Grup horde out there, they got my passenger! Then we hit a radioactivity pocket and my radio was broken!"

The empty sidecar's MG3's barrel was hot, the heat visible coming off of it. It was also drenched in blood, as if someone had completely shredded a person over it. The Private had a few blood spots on him from his passenger. His passenger had unfortunately had his skull emptied by a Grup, and then was Infected.

((OOC: I have to go real soon, this might be my last post of the night))

The Malus team had no idea what a 'Grup' was or why there were they were after motorcyclists, but they sensed danger. Their facemasks were replaced and they were battle ready in seconds, when the first hostile came into view. "HOSTILES_SUBCLASS_????_THREAT-LVL_????_TERMINATE_THREAT" flashed across the Malus's visors. The team leader fired his assault rifle into the Grup's chest, failing to stop him. A second shot struck his forehead and dropped him to the ground. "THREAT-LVL_CLASS DELTA BIOHAZARD_EXERCISE EXTREME CAUTION" was the new message that appeared with a wave of Grups. A wormlike creature latched onto the support gunner's faceplate, but could not penetrate the metallic surface. "Secure that sample and bring it to the walker!" ordered the team leader as he fired again into the shambling mob.
The policeman and the young GWO soldier seemed terrified as they fired into the grup mob, yet they were soon shown the nature of Belkan battle training. Ten, then fifteen then thirty grups fell. It was only when the mob threatened to overwhelm the four Malus and the GWO forces that they retreated into the Civilian Defense Center. The bunkerlike building would provide the cover and firing points needed to get through the attack, at least they hoped.

The Lieutenant stood by the main doors, covering people as they went in. A Sergeant quickly rushed to the radio set and notified the Capital about what was happening.

"Outbreak! Outbreak! Confirmed Neurological Override, Grup Class. Size of Hazard unknown, one man lost. Station currently under attack."

So read the message sent to the Continential Defence Command. Help would arrive soon, and a sweep of the city would have to be ordered to wipe out the larger groups, reducing the risk of another city being lost to the Grups.

After the last person went inside, the Lieutenant pulled the doors shut and locked them, which would delay the Grups for a reasonable amount of time. "Everyone not armed with heavier weaponry, report to the armory. Only a few at a time, we still need to keep the doors secure," said the Lieutenant. 2 Officers, each armed with only an MP7, hurried to the armory. They came back, one armed with an FSARS Semi-Automatic Twinbarrel Shotgun, the other with an MI-8 Carbine. They cycled through until most officers had either the shotgun or the rifle. Some came back with Ballistic/Riot Shields, marked with "A.C.P.D." above the viewport on the shields. They held their MP7s around them, which was feasible since the MP7 had virtually no recoil. "They're going to be coming through soon!" shouted the Lieutenant over the angry-sounding screeching of the Grups. They had piled on the doors, which were made of reinforced glass. Their undersides were visible, along with their sharp teeth used to rip apart the innards of skulls. The teeth were taking layer after layer away from the glass.

Then the door gave way, and the flood of Grups came in, almost like a tidal wave. The Officers began unleashing volleys of rounds into the Grups, and the reddish-yellow-brown blood of Grups was flying through the air, splattering onto the walls, floor, and anyone close enough to them.